Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.